Last night, as I struggled to get my mind off the last chemo, I sat down on my bed with five totes of laundry and started watching a movie called "Big Fish" at 10:00 p.m. At first I thought it was the cheesiest movie, but then it hooked me, and I had to finish.
Keith came in to bed at 12:00 to find me crying like a baby. I cry a lot lately. I turning into a big boob! (Get it a "BIG boob!" Or at least a medium size boob.)
Then over the next two hours, I layed in bed thinking about this movie and my life. This movie was about a man, who hyperbolized stories of meeting and making friends in his life. As his death, his son realized that his father really did live a great life with amazing friends. But the point I took was that as he befriended and helped someone through his life, they helped him back in the end. Friends come and go, but they stay friends forever. Between this movie and a note I received from a old friends has made me start thinking about my life.
I was blessed to grow up in a small town in Norther Arizona, Joseph City. As I think back on teachers, friends, neighbors, my parents, and sisters, I couldn't have asked for a better environment to learn, enjoy and grow into an adult.
One my greatest influences, in my youth was my best friend, Jenny Burt (Collins). Jenny is my oldest and most consistent friend of my life. As I remember, Jenny and I were in the same classroom all through grade school and most of our High school classes were the same.
Then after high school, we went our separate ways, she met and married a great guy and started a family and I jumped from school to mission to school to being a working single girl. In the beginning we'd talk and get together a couple times a year but then life gets busy and we'd only get to meet for dinner once a year.
But thats okay! I never felt any less close, or loved, or understood no matter how much time had past. We're friends that carry for on another. Our lives could not been any more different, when I was getting married at the age of 31, Jenny was having her 9th and last baby. Time and distance still has not changed our friendship. How blessed with friendship.
I also thought of best friends that I have made and needed through my life experiences.
Childhood friends that helped me get into a little trouble, take long drives, cruise the streets of Holbrook (which I don't know why) and long talks and happy memories.
During my college, mission and single working girl years, I made amazing friends to travel with, go to dinner, cry over boyfriend break ups and giggle over new crushes. Dinner and movies, long talks, shopping, serving together, and working together. Thank heavens for facebook, cell phones, and texting to reconnects. Few things bring me greater joy then to see an old friends, children on saying or doing great things. Its a small way to stay connected and caring for one and other.
And now that I'm a mother/wife living far away from family, I have made friends that helped me laugh and make a good joke about the long crazy days of motherhood. We have friends who have become family because ours is too far away. The unconditional support through this trial has even made me more grateful for friends. Friends that drop everything and change daily plans to come watch my children, give me a ride to appointment, even when the appointment ends up in emergency room trip late into the night. (Sorry Tina and Kristal) Friends that say its no problem to take 5 extra kids to all their activities and church functions, when by definition any more children under age 10, is a problem. Thanks you!
I have been blessed with fantastic friends old and new...near and far. They have molded and improved my life for the best. I hope in some way I have helped them along the way.
Keith came in to bed at 12:00 to find me crying like a baby. I cry a lot lately. I turning into a big boob! (Get it a "BIG boob!" Or at least a medium size boob.)
Then over the next two hours, I layed in bed thinking about this movie and my life. This movie was about a man, who hyperbolized stories of meeting and making friends in his life. As his death, his son realized that his father really did live a great life with amazing friends. But the point I took was that as he befriended and helped someone through his life, they helped him back in the end. Friends come and go, but they stay friends forever. Between this movie and a note I received from a old friends has made me start thinking about my life.
I was blessed to grow up in a small town in Norther Arizona, Joseph City. As I think back on teachers, friends, neighbors, my parents, and sisters, I couldn't have asked for a better environment to learn, enjoy and grow into an adult.
One my greatest influences, in my youth was my best friend, Jenny Burt (Collins). Jenny is my oldest and most consistent friend of my life. As I remember, Jenny and I were in the same classroom all through grade school and most of our High school classes were the same.
Then after high school, we went our separate ways, she met and married a great guy and started a family and I jumped from school to mission to school to being a working single girl. In the beginning we'd talk and get together a couple times a year but then life gets busy and we'd only get to meet for dinner once a year.
But thats okay! I never felt any less close, or loved, or understood no matter how much time had past. We're friends that carry for on another. Our lives could not been any more different, when I was getting married at the age of 31, Jenny was having her 9th and last baby. Time and distance still has not changed our friendship. How blessed with friendship.
I also thought of best friends that I have made and needed through my life experiences.
Childhood friends that helped me get into a little trouble, take long drives, cruise the streets of Holbrook (which I don't know why) and long talks and happy memories.
During my college, mission and single working girl years, I made amazing friends to travel with, go to dinner, cry over boyfriend break ups and giggle over new crushes. Dinner and movies, long talks, shopping, serving together, and working together. Thank heavens for facebook, cell phones, and texting to reconnects. Few things bring me greater joy then to see an old friends, children on saying or doing great things. Its a small way to stay connected and caring for one and other.
And now that I'm a mother/wife living far away from family, I have made friends that helped me laugh and make a good joke about the long crazy days of motherhood. We have friends who have become family because ours is too far away. The unconditional support through this trial has even made me more grateful for friends. Friends that drop everything and change daily plans to come watch my children, give me a ride to appointment, even when the appointment ends up in emergency room trip late into the night. (Sorry Tina and Kristal) Friends that say its no problem to take 5 extra kids to all their activities and church functions, when by definition any more children under age 10, is a problem. Thanks you!
I have been blessed with fantastic friends old and new...near and far. They have molded and improved my life for the best. I hope in some way I have helped them along the way.
I'm particular excited about my cousin Sherida coming tonight to help with this last chemo. There was about 4 years that I spent everyday with Sherida, my Aunt Claudette, and Stephanie. I'm pretty sure I was the 8 child, they never wanted. I miss laughing around Uncle John and Aunt Claudette's kitchen table, discussing politics, funny events of the day, teasing one another, and discussing gospel topics. My heart hurts missing Claudette and Stephanie, with reassurance that we will be together again one day.
Here's what: I LOVE YOU! I read your blog tonight and I kind of don't have any words besides I Love You!!
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